May 22, 2021 2:27:30 GMT -5
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Ready. Set. Go! The son of Jupiter pushed himself up and bolted forward, his heels almost losing touch of the ground as he did so. Sam sprinted towards the mark, easily reaching it before the others in his group. Running was just what he needed after Mira had surprisingly, and shockingly, reappeared in his life. He needed to relieve some… or actually a lot of the stress it had caused him the past few days. Who would have thought that Sam Darnay, son of Jupiter, the popular jock even at Camp Jupiter, would lose his usual composed manners because of a girl?
But then again… Mira wasn’t just a girl. She was the girl. Only a few selected people knew about her and even then he tended to keep that part of his history involving her more or less vague. He disliked talking about her, even saying her name caused stabbing pain in his heart. It’s been years and clearly, he wasn’t over her yet, and now that she was back in his life, it hurt even more.
A little too lost in his thoughts Sam didn’t hear the sound of the whistle or the pair of feet approaching him. The moment he managed to snap out of his trance-like state he was already hurled backward, a child of Mercury having accidentally slammed into him. The impact sent both of them flying through the air for a moment before Sam crash-landed onto the outer part of the Marching Rings.
The brunet rolled on his side, letting out an extremely annoyed grunt. Sam wasn’t usually known to be in a bad mood, heck, he couldn’t even be seen frowning. If he wasn’t laughing he would at least be smirking with no thoughts bothering his good mood. He was slightly annoyed at himself for letting it all affect him in such a drastic way. It was just like three years ago all over again. One day, he was living a regular and ordinary mundane life and the next he was whisked away into a whole new world filled with strange, mythical creatures and gods.
Sam heard his name being called in the distance, his group getting ready to leave for a different class but he wasn’t ready yet. Just a few more laps, he told them, before dashing away. A few more laps he said… Sam liked the feeling of running, of pushing his legs to their limit, of the wind in his face and rustling through his hair, turning it into a sweaty mess. More so if he actually had a reason to push himself to his limit which he hadn’t done in a while.
Focus, he told himself, before shooting out both hands to give himself a bit of a windy support push to run even faster. But focusing in his current confused and irritated condition didn’t work out that well. Having added a little bit too much force into the push he accidentally threw his body forward, finding himself about to faceplant the ground once more. Instinctively, he held out his arms to catch the fall and rolled onto his back, hazel eyes staring at the too nice and too clear sky above him.
Ready. Set. Go! The son of Jupiter pushed himself up and bolted forward, his heels almost losing touch of the ground as he did so. Sam sprinted towards the mark, easily reaching it before the others in his group. Running was just what he needed after Mira had surprisingly, and shockingly, reappeared in his life. He needed to relieve some… or actually a lot of the stress it had caused him the past few days. Who would have thought that Sam Darnay, son of Jupiter, the popular jock even at Camp Jupiter, would lose his usual composed manners because of a girl?
But then again… Mira wasn’t just a girl. She was the girl. Only a few selected people knew about her and even then he tended to keep that part of his history involving her more or less vague. He disliked talking about her, even saying her name caused stabbing pain in his heart. It’s been years and clearly, he wasn’t over her yet, and now that she was back in his life, it hurt even more.
A little too lost in his thoughts Sam didn’t hear the sound of the whistle or the pair of feet approaching him. The moment he managed to snap out of his trance-like state he was already hurled backward, a child of Mercury having accidentally slammed into him. The impact sent both of them flying through the air for a moment before Sam crash-landed onto the outer part of the Marching Rings.
The brunet rolled on his side, letting out an extremely annoyed grunt. Sam wasn’t usually known to be in a bad mood, heck, he couldn’t even be seen frowning. If he wasn’t laughing he would at least be smirking with no thoughts bothering his good mood. He was slightly annoyed at himself for letting it all affect him in such a drastic way. It was just like three years ago all over again. One day, he was living a regular and ordinary mundane life and the next he was whisked away into a whole new world filled with strange, mythical creatures and gods.
Sam heard his name being called in the distance, his group getting ready to leave for a different class but he wasn’t ready yet. Just a few more laps, he told them, before dashing away. A few more laps he said… Sam liked the feeling of running, of pushing his legs to their limit, of the wind in his face and rustling through his hair, turning it into a sweaty mess. More so if he actually had a reason to push himself to his limit which he hadn’t done in a while.
Focus, he told himself, before shooting out both hands to give himself a bit of a windy support push to run even faster. But focusing in his current confused and irritated condition didn’t work out that well. Having added a little bit too much force into the push he accidentally threw his body forward, finding himself about to faceplant the ground once more. Instinctively, he held out his arms to catch the fall and rolled onto his back, hazel eyes staring at the too nice and too clear sky above him.
[attr="class","THREAD1TAG"]Esma Morales
